Rosanna, bible in her hand
Took me through the dark days
Showed me another way
I hold her hand
Rosanna, praise the lord for me
Set me free
My thoughts were dark from the start
I wanted your soul
Rosanna, your words like you are true
The good book was made for you
The passion in your eyes
The love, there’s no disguise
Rosanna, I tried, glad I failed
You can’t beat God
I know that
Knew from the start
Rosanna, bible in her hand
God in her heart
Making a stand
I watch her, rifle in hand
God bless Rosanna.
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Comments2
which 'God'?
lol
the depth of insight in your poetic pen
is astounding, dear Poet
for yes, in every battlefield
there's a devout, individual
'Praying'
with every ounce of their pious belief
that their 'Bullet', is on Target...
.
.
.
'blood, on hands
Holy Communion, in stomachs
and Zealotry's: Wilful justification
for their, collective
heinous crimes, in minds...'
(I
Pray
there is
Enough
mercy
in the Universe
to forgive
our Collective, Cyclical legacy
of abhorrently, Futile
fear Induced: Inhumanity)
Always someone wanting to pray over your body. Never quite got it myself.
literally, 'they' read
'give the other cheek'
then go on Crusades, over dirt
in 'His' name...
da Fck kinda Warped Crzy
is that???!
Dark words Paul, that god in christianity is a myth.
Andy
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